Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.